The Odyessy

As with most trips, on the second day, I begin to find my way around the area. Today was no diffferent. The journey began with peanut butter chocolate girl scout cookies and berry flavored Propel water.

What I did not know was how dizzying and rollar coaster-esque my day would become. It began by filling up the truck.

It was time to head north on Texas 16 and see where the sun will shine. After 20 minutes of passing through beautiful winding roads, it was time to stop and have others look at what I saw and experienced.

What is a good highway experience without roadside attractions? Check out a couple of gems along TX 16 in Medina.

Shortly after, I turned left onto FM 337 towards Vanderpool in the hopes of seeing a motorcycle museum. This is what I was dealing with.

Unfortunately, the museum was closed and after learning that it was closed from January to February, I came up with another road rule: if you are heading somewhere, make sure it is either opened or still there.

Not all was lost, after creeping back onto FM 337 from the short excursion along FM 187, I realized I had a steep challenge for my truck.

What was frustrating about that drive back to Medina was the fact I kept sitting behind a couple traveling 45 miles per hour. There is nothing wrong with that, but I wanted to caress the canyons and hills with the wind blowing my short hair. Nonetheless, the trip was awesome! However, it would not compare to what I was about to deal with.

It was time to hit Texas 16 and head towards Kerrville, where I hoped to find the Western Art Museum. Well, for the first few miles, the roads made extreme sharp turns. Including this beautiful stretch.

Unfortunately, there are no photos from the rest of the drive. However, let me tell you that the "Three Sisters" as referred to by locals was definitely twisted. As the elevation increased, so did the swirls and curves. They were so sharp that I felt like a rider grabbing the reins of a horse when one turn took me near the edge of a cliff! This was done with one hand on the wheel (my m.o. when I drive). Talk about gutsy and stupid.

I did not find the museum in Kerrville and drove another few miles before turning back to Bandera. After the twists and turns, I discovered another twist, the OST restaurant in downtown Bandera.

Named after the historic trail the American Indians and Spanish used, the OST is a delight to anyone who enjoys home cooked food and the Old West. The first thing I had to do was visit the John Wayne room.

After a delicious chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, Texas toast and a Dr. Pepper, it was time to walk around. I saw some interesting structures, including this former Texaco station that featured a second floor young people used for sockhops during the 1950s.

The sun was slowly began to disappear, so one more place before retiring for the evening.

This was one of the finer general stores I have visited.

It was time to head back to the cabin and enjoy nature and transquility.